Chapter 10:

Felicity's POV

Sara arrived five minutes flat after giving her a call. She was already on patrol in her Canary suit when I called her. She arrived on a motorcycle. It must be kind of cool riding a motorcycle, except that I don't know how to ride one. When she arrived, she was surprised at what she saw around her. The unconscious thugs, the shattered windows on most buildings that were near us. It was like a bomb went off. Luckily, no one is around here to see the disaster I have caused.

"Whoa," she gasped in shock. "Did you do this?"

"I-I think so," I stammered. I look down at the guys that were lying on the floor. I think I might have killed them. I don't know. "Are they dead by any chance?"

"Nah. They're still alive. You can see them breathing. But whatever you did to them, I think you blew their eardrums which is the reason why their bleeding from the ears."

This better not be like the Chris Evan's movie of Push where these two Chinese guys were Bleeders, screaming until your ears bled out. It was a good movie though even if the plot didn't make sense to me.

"What happened?"

"I think I should explain this someplace more private," I said to her. She nodded and we bailed the area on her motorcycle before the cops, especially Detective Lance, showed up. I'm actually going to call a tow truck to pick up my car and have someone repair the windows I broke.

We ended up on the roof of an abandoned building near the coast of Starling City. It was 12: 30. No one is out here at this hour. Well, no one I know anyways. There was a broken mirror here on the roof which makes it the perfect target for what I have to show Sara. Either it was fate or it was a weird coincidence that the mirror was there. Either way, it's useful for me. The wind was cold and it made our hair whip around. I just want to get this over with. My throat is still a bit sore for what happened earlier.

"So, you're saying you turned into a meta-human?" she said. I nod, "Like Barry Allen?"

"Yep." I said that with a pop.

"And do you have any proof of that?"

"Yep…Just watch," I say as I step in front of the cracked mirror. "Could you cover your ears?" And she did. That's when I let out a piercing scream and the mirror explodes.

Sara stares me and at the mirror and shock.

"Holy shit," she gasps. "How did you do that?"

"I simply screamed," I said, "I don't know it's making me break things. It's just does."

"Not to mention that you let three people deaf back there. How did this happen? When did this all start?" she asked.

"I think it started after I woke up from the coma. And the answer for how, I got shocked by Tockman, remember?"

"Yeah, but that does not explain how you ended up being a meta-human though," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She's right though. The shock does not explain why I ended up being a meta-human. I was not contaminated with anything. Last thing I remember is on hand on the computer while the other one was on…Oh boy.

"…The sonic device I was fixing for you," I sighed in realization, "My hands were on it when I got shocked. When Tockman made my computers explode, it must have triggered some sort of sonic blast that went through my entire body."

"So, my sonic device gave you powers? That's sort of weird…But very interesting at the same time," Sara said and she gave me a smile. I knew she'd understand. "Felicity Smoak is a meta-human. I'm just trying to ignore the fact how badass that is." Okay, maybe she understands a bit too well.

"Define badass." I don't see how blowing up things and leaving people deaf with my voice is considered badass. I could have actually killed them.

"Hey, does Oliver know about this yet?" she asks.

"God no. I barely even know what's happening to me. I just found out that the sonic device gave me powers through the blast. I can't tell Oliver if I don't know if what I have is dangerous or life-threatening."

"What about Diggle?"

"So far, you're the only one who knows about my secret. There's also the possibility that Caitlin and Cisco have to know about it as well since they work at S.T.A.R. Labs. They probably know what's going on. They already tested out Barry when he turned into a meta-human after he got struck by lightning. I can't tell Oliver about this until I'm sure that none of this is life-threatening. Please, promise me you won't tell anyone about this, not even Ollie. Please, promise me Sara." I said this while grabbing her on the shoulders and shaking her slightly. I was practically begging her.

"I promise. This is all girl to girl thing going on. Ollie won't know about this until you feel it's the right time. So, when do you think you want to go to Central City to start the tests?"

"Tomorrow," I sigh again.

"Tomorrow? You mean, you're going to skip work tomorrow?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

"Yep."

"You know they'll cut part of your salary for that, right?"

"I've had worse. Besides, I'll be calling in sick."

"What about Slade? He's your boss now in Queens Consolidated. He won't be happy to know you won't be working tomorrow."

"Slade is the least of my worries right now." I don't really care what Slade thinks. I actually don't really care if he chops my head off. He can try.

"Have you met the guy?"

"I practically live with the guy in Queens Consolidated, metaphorically speaking and not literally speaking. That just sounds a bit too inappropriate to say right now."

"No kidding," she droned. "So…what do you want to do now?"

"Go home and rest because I'm really tired and I need to get some sleep right now so I won't crash on the way to Central City."

"Sure…I'll give you a ride home." Yeah, right now I think my car is being towed. And I need rest.

Slade's POV

I woke up the next morning after feeling the sun in my face again. I hate when that happens. I must have forgotten to draw in the curtains last night. Isabel spent the night in my bed again. She lay at the other side of the bed, her back turned to me, curled up in a fetal position and the sheets wrapped around her body. I should have punished her by not fucking her for an entire month. That would definitely kill her. I know fully well that she cannot live an entire month without me fucking her. She'll go mad. The first thing she did after I bailed her out of jail was to beg me for forgiveness. I, unfortunately, responded this ridicule with a kiss on her hand and forgave her transgression. As I watch Isabel sleep, I would always imagine that it was Shado and not her. Sometimes, I would imagine it was Adeline. This time, I kept staring at a tuft of soft blonde hair and smooth pale skin, and would imagine Felicity lying there next to me. My smile would turn to a frown when I realize it is Isabel in my bed and disappointment floods over me.

Felicity Smoak. A very lovely creature. She is not like the other women. She is not like the whore of Sara Lance even if both of them were blonde. She is very intelligent, innocent, beautiful and resourceful though talkative and quirky. She would sometimes say things that are out of context and would try to correct herself, only to go out of context again. It is always amusing to watch her babble her way out of situations. It can be quite handy in some situations but in main situations like life and death, she cannot talk her way out. She will never talk her way out of what I have in store for her. She only has to say two words and perhaps she will live.

My cellphone on my nightstand begins to vibrate. I sit up and pick it up to see who it is. There is no name on the screen. It is an UNKNOWN caller. I answer it cautiously.

"Hello?" I spoke through the phone.

"Um…Hello? Mr. Wilson?" I recognize that voice. I am not surprised how she was able to obtain my phone number. I'm surprised she actually dared herself to call me, especially after what happened yesterday

"Miss Smoak. What a surprise to hear your voice? And what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask.

"Hi…um…look I know that it's a bit too early for me to call at this hour―."

"It's only 8 in the morning, Miss Smoak."

"Sorry. I just assumed you were sleeping. Well, not that ― never mind. Listen, I need you to do me a favour if you can do that for me," she said. But I can also hear her in the background, "That is if he wants to do me a favour. I mean, he's my boss so he doesn't need to do me favours if doesn't want to ―."

"I can still hear you through the phone, Miss Smoak."

"You can? Sorry. Um, listen, I need to ask you to give me a day off today."

I frown in suspicion.

"Shouldn't you have made this call last night or before you left the office? Besides, why should I give you the day off?" I asked.

"I have a doctor's appointment at 11 and I need to be there on time, so, I need to ask you to give me the day off today. The doctors want a thorough physical check-up to make sure I don't go into a sudden cardiac arrest again or something like that." By the tone of her voice, I can tell she was lying. She's stammering more than she usually does. But how will she react if I say no to her? "I don't know. You tell me. You're the boss. Well, not ― Forget it. I'm just gonna shut up. Right now."

"Well, I supposed I will let you have the day off, but I do expect an excuse documented on my desk by tomorrow, do you understand, Miss Smoak?"

"Y-yes."

"Good."

Isabel began to moan in her sleep. She was beginning to wake up. I hope she remains asleep. At least until I hang up the phone. If she finds out I am speaking to Felicity Smoak, I am unsure if I can take another of her fits. Isabel is a jealous type, and not one of the good ones.

"What's that noise in the background?" I almost forgot that Felicity was still on the phone with me. She heard Isabel next to me. "…You know what? Scratch the question. I don't want to know." She said that so quickly that I almost didn't understand a word she said. Then, she hangs up the phone. She was upset or shocked. I can tell her voice was changing. Unfortunately, this could lead to some issues. Rumours would spread of my affair with co-CEO Isabel Rochev, not something I would want in my reputation. I do not want to be known as the man that fucks his co-workers every now and then. I am not Oliver Queen. I'm not my father. I'm not even my brother, especially not my brother.

I asked for directions to Abraham Kane's house. I had watched the news at the mall after snatching a golden watch and removing the price tag and sensor. The old man was reported dead and the family of Abraham were devastated: an old lady named Genevieve Kane and her granddaughter Adeline Kane. Also nicknamed Addie. A pang of guilt kept stabbing me in the stomach. They never asked why when I asked where Abraham Kane's house was located. If they did, I would simply say that I have something that I borrowed from Addie, the girl from the picture I found in the old man's wallet. They simply gave me directions and I continued my way to the house I was directed to. It was on old row house that looked like it belonged in the 19th century with white chipping paint, paned lift-up windows, black shingle roof that looks like it could use a good clean up since there are a lot of dry leaves and bird nests inhabiting the gutters, and a brown door. Okay, this is creepy as hell. Who the hell would want to live in a place like this? Not me of course.

There was no guard dog or padlock, so I simply open the rusty gate and walk right in. I walk up to the steps to the front door and knocked three times. I waited for a minute. No one answered. There's a doorbell, stupid. Just ring the stupid doorbell. And I did. Again, no one answered. Maybe they're not home. Wade asked me to burn the wallet. But I refused. The guilt kept eating me alive for days. If I burn the wallet, it's just going to make me feel worse. The best thing I can do to get it out of my system is give back the wallet to the family of the deceased. Unfortunately, no one is home. So I just decided to turn and leave.

"Hello?"

I turn around. There stood Mr. Kane's granddaughter Adeline Kane, the one from the photo. She was a year younger than me. She was eleven and I was twelve. She had dark brown messy hair and dark brown eyes, and her skin was pale. She also had a Russian accent. Is she from Russia? Her last name does not sound Russian. She stared at me with a scrutinized gaze.

I know what she might be thinking. I wasn't really dressed for meeting the family of the deceased old man, just jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. I look like one of those outcast motorcycle bad boys you would see in movies. They say first impressions are very important. So far, I'm not making a good impression on Adeline Kane. She's pretty and I'm just a bit weird. Just a bit.

"Who are you?" she asked skeptically in her Russian accent. My mother always told me that some Russian are extremely stern and strict. The last thing you should do is piss one off. At least, that's what she told me. I can't really judge.

"Are you Adeline Kane?"

"Yes."

"Is your grandmother home?"

"Yes. She baking in the kitchen. What do you want? We're busy."

"…I have something that belongs to you and I thought you and your grandmother might want it back," I said as I quickly take out the old man's wallet from the pocket of my jacket and offered it to Adeline. I washed the blood stains from the brown leather before coming over here, not really wanting to freak her out. Looking in shock at me, she took the wallet from my hands and into hers. She opened it and looked at the contents. His credit cards, ID, photos and driver's license remained intact. The only thing that was missing was the money Wade took from the leather confinements.

"This is my grandfather's. He had it with him the night he was murdered. The police could not find it with him." She said before looking up at me, "Where did you get it?"

"I found it behind the dumpster two days ago," I lied. I still couldn't get the image of my own brother stabbing the old man, blood splattering in his face. If I tell her who killed her grandfather, Wade will surely find out and she and her grandmother will die in the hands of my brother. I can't tell her what really happened to her grandfather.

"You lie," she hissed at me, "…Did you kill my grandfather?"

"No. I swear I didn't kill him."

"But you know who killed him, don't you?" she asked. I shook my head, saying no. She doesn't believe me. "You are liar. You know who killed my grandfather." Can she really see right through me? "I can tell by the look of fear in your face." Okay, now I'm getting scared of her. I think I should get the hell out of here.

"I'm sorry about your grandfather," I apologized, "I really can't help."

"Why won't you tell me who killed my grandfather?"

"…Trust me," I tell her as a warning, "If I tell you who killed your grandfather, you and your grandmother will surely be dead."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" she asked me sternly.

"No. It's a warning."

I leave the premises of Adeline's home. She yelled out: "I'm not going to forget this, you know!" But I ignored her as I kept my way. If she is planning to find her grandfather's killer by herself than she has another thing coming.

Felicity's POV

Sara decided to give me a ride to Central City since my car was being towed at this moment. Great. Donna wanted to come with me after I gave her a call but I told her I would be fine. I am simply going to have a checkup and Sara is accompanying me. Yeah, checkup. She was planning of having us jog through Starling City Park today. So, she rescheduled it for the afternoon. Sara told Oliver and Diggle that I was going to a doctor's appointment. She didn't mention anything about my newly found abilities nor did she say where we were going. Oliver and Diggle kept insisting that they should come with us. I know why. They were afraid that Slade or Isabel would make another move in attempts to kill me. I've already mentioned this to Diggle and I am going to mention it again. "If Slade wants to kill me, he can. And there's nothing you can do to stop him from doing that." Besides, he has other problems to face back at Queens Consolidated. Isabel is pissed with Oliver for skipping out of the board meeting of the investors after throwing a fit in the conference room, and she was threatening on firing him if he didn't apologized to the investors for his unruly behaviour the other week. Oliver refused to do it at first but Sara and I reminded him that working in a low position of his company is the only way he can be nearest to Slade. If he gets fired from the company, he will never know what he's planning. Eventually, Oliver gave in and accepted to go to QC to apologize to the investors for what happened at the conference room. Diggle offered to go but I told reminded him that he had to keep Mr. Green and Brawn under control and from going at Slade's neck without a plan of keeping his organs inside. I'll be fine…I hope.

Sara had a black Toyota. I sat in the passenger's seat and she sat in the driver's seat. We left at eight o' clock in the morning. The same hour I called my boss (if you can call him my boss) to excuse myself for not going to work today. To tell him I had a doctor's appointment today at 11, which we all know is total crap. I don't know if he believed me. I hope he did. Sara told me that Slade can tell when a person's lying or not. I hope he fell for it. Sara tried very hard not to laugh when I called Slade. She even pressed her hand to her mouth so he wouldn't hear her snickering. We feel like children sneaking out of our parent's house.

But what did make feel a bit uncomfortable was the noise in the background. I was aware Slade had recently woken up and I shouldn't have called so early, but hearing a woman moan in the background made my skin crawl. It was her. I know it. It was Isabel. He had been fucking her last night. I know it. Just knowing about this was making my insides boil furiously. The bitch tried to kill me, she was released from jail after payment and now Slade is fucking her again. I asked at first but as soon as I realized that I didn't really want to know what the noise was, I blew him off. I hung up and looked at Sara. She gave me a very shocked look.

"Wow, and I thought Oliver was a horny guy," she said.

"Not helping, Sara," I gritted my teeth.

"Please don't tell me you're jealous. Because it would be really creepy if you're jealous of Slade having someone in his bed."

Me? Jealous? Hello no! I am not jealous. Why would I ever be jealous? I hate Slade. He and Isabel are the reason Oliver lost his mother and the company. He's practically losing everything. Verdant was even shut down. We had to find another way to enter the foundry without raising any suspicion from Slade, Isabel or any other of his minions. I am not jealous. I don't even like Slade.

"No. I just think he should go someplace private so I won't hear him having sex if he's going to answer my phone calls."

"Yeah, that would be kind of gross," she says.

I, unfortunately, had sometimes heard my parents having sex in the bedroom next door, my mother moaning, my father grunting and the mattress creaking repeatedly. I sometimes had to place a pillow over my head to block out the sounds and get some sleep. It's disturbing.

We made to Central City at 10 in the morning. It wasn't that long of a drive. But it was still exhausting. Our first stop was Big Belly's Burger where I bought my bacon n' cheese burger while Sara bought a chilly cheese-stake. The best burgers are in Gotham where billionaire Bruce Wayne lives but this should do. It felt good being away from Starling City, a change of atmosphere and away from all the tension I felt at home. It felt throwing off my backpack after so many hours of school. After eating lunch, we headed directly for S.T.A.R. Labs immediately as possible. I had to called Cisco and Caitlin first before coming over here just in case they were too busy to attend me, with the Mirakuru and Barry having his powers and all. I didn't exactly tell them what happened to me, because it was too difficult for me to describe, but as soon as they heard the word strange they went all Work Mode and urged me to come to Central City immediately to do a few tests on me. Blood test. Physical tests….Urine tests. Ew. I hope Caity doesn't make me pee in a cup because that is just gross.

They have not mentioned my situation to Dr. Harrison Wells, the man in the wheel chair who's in charge of S.T.A.R. Labs. He was too busy working on a few situations with Detective Joe West about a meta-human that has the ability to manipulate the weather. They're doing these tests without Dr. Wells' permission. If Dr. Wells finds out that Cisco and Caitlin doing tests on me with permission, he's going to run us over with that wheelchair of his. I'll just pretend I never saw them.

When we entered S.T.A.R. Labs, Caitlyn received me with and embrace, glad that I was alive and feeling better. Cisco technically threw himself onto me. Of course, Sara wasn't the kind of person for hugging strangers since she has never met them before, so, they simply shook hands. Caitlyn wouldn't stop staring up and down on me.

"You look different," she said. Is that supposed to be a good compliment or a bad compliment?

"I feel different."

"You, um, let your hair down," she said.

"Are you guys really used to seeing me in a ponytail?" I asked.

"Yes!" Caitlyn, Sara and Cisco exclaimed together which made me jump a little.

"…Oookaay. Listen, all I want to know is how this all happened and if it has any side effects that can cause life-threatening consequences. So, can we get the test started, please?"

"Sure," Caitlyn said, "but first let's get you out of those clothes."

She guided me to the bathroom where I would change into a hospital gown yet again. I feel like I'm going to the hospital again except that I'm surround by the best people in S.T.A.R. Labs and not by cold doctors that do not know how to do their right. Caitlyn says they should be fired from their work place for negligence. I think so as well.

They place me in a machine that was identical to an MRI. I had to remove my earrings, glasses, my bra and watch or anything that can be made of metal can that disrupt the test. I feel like I'm in a damn cocoon here, only there's a beam of green light going up and down my body and head, blinding me. I'm not really scared. It just feels weird. When the scanning was over, I got a "Holy shit," from Cisco, a "Wow" from Sara and an "Oh my God" from Caitly. I got out of the MRI thingy and entered the other room where the guys were watching me the whole time through a one-way glass window. When I asked what was going on, Cisco began to talk about my vocal chords, the electrocution and my brain which I don't know what my brain has to do with it. He showed me a picture of my brain through a monitor where it's all black and white but in this case, one part of my brain was in colours which is the side way view.

"You see the affected areas?" he asked, pointing a wooden pencil at the monitor.

"Yeah. The brocas. The pons, medulla, premotor cortex, FMC, Wernicke and the spinal chord," I said.

"What does that all mean?" Sara asked with her arms crossed. Of course she doesn't know much about science as much as I do.

"Those are parts of my brain that are the main reason why I can speak, scream and have words coming out of my mouth," I tell her.

"You said you were electrocuted by William Tockman, right?" Caitlyn asked. "Well, instead of the shock going down all over the nervous system of your body, it went directly up to your brain."

"Where did it start?" I ask.

"Right here," she said, grabbing my index finger, "If you had not noticed, this part is still a bit burned which indicates where the shock entered and it went its way up to your arm but instead of spreading all over your nervous system, it went straight for the brain."

"It doesn't really explain how it only affected the vocal areas of the brain and not the entire thing," I said.

"It's a bit strange too," Cisco said, "Usually, the shock Tockman gave you should have affected your entire brain and also your entire body. Do you know how many volts that one small shock contained? A lot."

"Uh-huh, meaning…"

"You were supposed to die five seconds flat after that," Caitlyn explain. Sara and I looked at her in shock, "What just happened to you…was a miracle. It's incredible."

"Instead of the shock shut down your brain completely, it expanded it up more, especially the vocal areas," Cisco continued.

"…Felicity had more than three cardiac arrests in the hospital," Sara intervened in the conversation. "Why did she shut down so many times if you say that the shock expanded her brain?"

"I saw this movie once," Caitlyn began to explain, "Where this kid got beaten up a bunch of times in the head where he got a brain injury. When his brain was repairing by itself, he convulsed a lot. In Felicity's case, the brain was still getting accustomed to the changes from the shock and would shut down ever once and awhile. Still, it was good having the doctors giving you electric shocks because if your brain and heart doesn't come back up, you're surely to be dead right now."

"Urgh. My head hurts," Sara groans in frustration as she pressed a hand to her temple. Yeah, my head hurts too. This is too much for me to swallow. I could have died that night. Instead, I'm going all banshee at people.

"This really explains why I'm screaming louder than usual," I said.

"What?" Caitlyn and Cisco both asked in confusion. Yeah, I almost forgot they don't really know what I can do. I should probably show them.

I asked Cisco to place me in the training area with mirror surrounding me, and he did as asked. I also told him that he, Caitlyn and Sara should wear earplugs. Cisco place electrodes to my throat to monitor the whole thing. They didn't know why I asked them to wear earplugs (except Sara) but they did as told and they stood a safe distance away from where I stood. Good. I don't want them too close to what I have to show them.

"Okay, Felicity, what is that you have to show us?"

"This," I sighed before I shrieked for the fourth time and all the mirrors surrounding me exploded all at once, shiny shards falling to floor like rain. I covered my head and face with my arms with the fear of being struck by one. When I look up, all the mirrors were broken. But not just the mirrors, the windows in the room we were in had also shattered. Sara, Cisco and Caitlyn stared at me in shock at what have I just done. I'm a little bit shocked as well. I didn't know I can do so much damage just by screaming. Wow. And to be honest, it felt really good. It feels like release of tension. I sigh in exhaustion. It felt incredible even if my throat was sore now.

"Oh my God!" Caitlyn exclaimed excitedly.

"That was awesome!" Cisco exclaimed and he looks down at the monitor, "Holy shit. Caitlyn, look at this!"

"What?"

"Okay, listen. Usually, the vocal folds from normal human opens up half-way. Felicity's vocal folds opened up completely."

"Whoa," she gasped.

I asked Cisco how powerful this way. He said that it was powerful enough to break down an entire coliseum. He said I can also break down the Olympic Games. That strong? I asked if there were any side effects to my new abilities. He said that besides leaving people deaf and having my throat sore out, there are no side effects so far. He also said that he and Caitlyn would need to do more tests and train my abilities to keep them from going out of control. I would have to come here every Friday for more tests. Great. Just great. How am I going to tell this to Oliver? More importantly, how will I keep Slade from finding out about me, knowing that he could use this information against me?

Rachel's POV.

It's a bit boring here in the orphanage. There is no one here to play with. No one here knows how to play chess. What a bunch of idiots. I was forced to come outside for fresh air as recommendation from the caretaker. Felicity knows how to play chess. I hope we can see each other again. It's not even Saturday yet and I really want to get out of the dump. I want to be with Felicity Smoak. She's my friend. And she can possibly be my new mother. My real mother is dead. And I have high hopes that Father does not find me. He is evil. But I am not. I used to think I am evil because of who my father is but Felicity taught me that I am not evil. I am not.

I know many things about Felicity, about how we are much alike than she thinks. Her mother is dead and her father is still out there, searching for her and wanting to kill her. I know this. I saw it all in her mind. Blood. Anger. Sadness. Death. Guilt. Blades. Tears. It's a recipe for a darkened soul. I can clear her mind as much as she clears mind. She also promised me to take me to try a hamburger. Hey, I'm only six. I have desires too.

I sense a presence near the orphanage, an unknown presence. I was reading Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. I look up from my book and noticed a tall man standing behind the black gates of the orphanage. He was tall and looked like in his late fifties with dark hair and eyes, crow's foot on the outer corners of my eyes, his face sort of looked like wrinkled leather and scruff of beard on his chin. He was wearing a black coat which made him look scary. He grinned at me, a very disturbing grin. I stared at him emotionlessly, holding my book to my chest. The other kids didn't seem to notice him. They were too busy playing. I stared at him attentively. He waved at me slowly. He was wearing black gloves. His smile was like the Cheshire cat. I did not like it nor did I wave back at the man. He gestured me to come closer. But I stayed seated where I was, on the staircase that leads up to the door of the orphanage. I refused to go to him. He is a stranger. I do not know him. When I refused to move, the man took out something his coat pocket. It was a little Raggedy Ann doll.

When I saw the Raggedy Ann doll in his hands, flashes of a little girl of four years of age hiding under the bed and clutching that exact doll came up in my mind. I also heard two people arguing violently in my mind. I know where that doll came from and whom it belonged to. This man believes he can persuade me by showing me a pretty Raggedy Ann doll. I may six years old, and I may be a child but I am not stupid.

I calmly stood up from the staircase and went back inside the orphanage where I would no longer look at the man standing outside the orphanage behind the black gates, sensing disappointment radiating from him. He wanted to take me away. I do not know who this man is. But I believe Felicity knows who it is.

Slade's POV.

Oliver came to Queens Consolidated. He was forced to apologize to the investors for his unruly behaviour as requested by Isabel. He apologized to Bruce Wayne, Ray Palmer, Lex Luthor and Arthur Light. He was also forced to apologize to me and Isabel. Either this was a sign of him giving into defeat or it was something he had planned to remain in the company to keep an eye on me. I know everything that goes on in his little mind even if I do not have the ability to do so. It is written all over his face. The resistance of expressing anger towards me for selling out his company to different investors. I will still remain the CEO of Queens Consolidated but it will be owned by separate companies, his competitions. I tried very hard not to laugh at the thought of Oliver Queen after to work for others instead of having others work for him was simply too delightful to not enjoy. I had two more glasses of rum. I would need two more bottles to be drunk no thanks to the Mirakuru. The only advantage of the Mirakuru is the regeneration and opening up my mind to use 95% of my brain capacity.

After Oliver Queen apologized to me and Isabel, the investors left, and he asked:

"Is there anything else you need?" He asked. Yes, there is something I need.

"…Felicity Smoak," I said her name. I actually enjoy the mention of her name. Mentioning it to Oliver made him feel tense with anxiety and it also made Isabel exchange a glare at me. She did not seem to like it when I mention Felicity's name. "Where is she?" I asked. When I came here to the company, she was not on her desk. I am actually used to seeing her here, sitting behind her desk, typing her way through the computer and the sun shining one her golden her. Very lovely. Her desk was empty though. She had called me to give me a doctor excuse but I know she had been lying to me.

"She said she was going to the doctors today," he told me, "She didn't really give me any details."

"Nor did she ever tell where she was going, I believe."

"I don't think it's any of your business," he tells me.

"Hmm. It seems now I realize where is getting her stubbornness. You do realize that she never went to a doctor," I tell him. He stare at me nearly dumbfounded. I have made a bit research of my own. I hacked into every computer of every doctor, every hospital and every pediatrician. Felicity Smoak has made no appointment to any doctor. Just as I suspected, she lied to me. I don't know where she was going. I am not one to be fooled, Miss Smoak. It seems that Oliver did not know where is either. "When you see Miss Smoak, you might want to ask her a few questions. I will also have her questioned once she returns."

"If you try to place a hand on her ―."

"You'll what? Kill me? You can't. At least, not without witnesses. Besides, Felicity Smoak is a link to you as well Sara. Any harm I do to them, will reflect on you. I will make sure you are punished for Shado's death, even if it means harming the most innocent one of the team." He knows that I mean Felicity. "She is quite lovely, have you realized it? So innocent, almost fragile really. Because of you, she might face the consequences of your actions."

"I swear I'll kill you if you hurt any of them, you psychopath," he growled at me.

"Good luck with that," I smile at him. He stomped out of my office in anger. I chuckled with amusement. He didn't know. He does not know what I have planned for her. My plan is soon to be placed in motion. He will know what I have done to his Felicity. I will make sure he watches her scream in pain.

Isabel then asked me when we will place our plan into motion. Looking at her with a smile across my face as I say to her: "Tonight." And kissed her on the hand. Forgive me, Miss Smoak. This is not personal. Perhaps it is. But not towards you.

Felicity's POV

"Hey, kiddo, what you're doing?" my father came home from work. I was sitting on the floor of the living room in front of the TV which was turned off. I was doing my Math homework Mrs. Renolds told us students to do. Math was becoming easy for me. I already learned how to multiply even I was still in kindergarten. My teacher had told my mother that I was a very gifted student.

My father had taken off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. Mom didn't like it when my father threw stuff on the floor because he never bothers to pick them up afterwards. He sat on the sofa. I look up at him and said:

"Homework," I told him. He made a face in distaste.

"Urgh. I hate homework. It must be boring for you, right?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No. I think its fun. Well, a lot fun than sitting at home doing nothing. It's boring in here."

"Boring? Hhmm... Why don't you sit here on my lap and show me what you're doing there?"

As a little girl, I didn't know better. I didn't know why my father want to see my Math homework since he was an adult and already knew this stuff. I suspected he wanted to help me, so, I sat on his lap and he embraced me tightly.

"So, what are you learning now?" he asked.

"Multiplications," I said to him. He looked at me in surprised.

"Those are big words, Felly," he said. I asked him if he want to help me with my homework. He said that it's easy. That's when my Mom entered the living room. She didn't look too happy. I knew they were going to argue again and I quickly slid off my father's lap.

"Did you have a nice day, honey?" she asked. I nodded. She gave me a small smile. "Good. Why don't you go upstairs and finish your homework while your father and I talk down here?"

"Okay, Mommy," I nodded before grabbing my red backpack and homework, and going upstairs to my room.

Even up here, I could hear them arguing. I had to press my ears against the floorboards to listen to what they were saying.

"You will not touch her like that again," she snapped at my father.

"Like what?" he asked. I had wondered the same question.

"You know what! You don't think I haven't been watching!? I saw your hand going for that little girl's thigh. You will not touch her like that again, sicko! In fact, you will be touching her at all. If you touch her again or you ever try to place a hand on her again, I'm calling the police."

I didn't know my father wanted to do me harm. I was so little. Now I know better than to trust him.

"So, how was your appointment?" Donna asked as we were both jogging down the concrete paths through Starling City Park. I have kept my promise and accompanied her on jogging even if it was a bit late for us to be out here. It was about 5:57 p.m. The sun was already going down and hiding behind the building, leaving the sky in hues of orange and pink and the sky was already becoming dark blue. Most of the people that were in the park had already gone. Only two or three were around. Donna and I were jogging by ourselves. She was wearing a blue tank top and black spandex pants, and white Nike sneakers with her blonde her tied up in a ponytail, her sweaty bangs stuck to her forehead. I was sweaty as well. I was hearing a pink tank top with black thin sleeves, and black spandex pants, and the same sneakers my aunt wore except they were black. I couldn't tie my hair in a ponytail. It was giving me a headache. So, I clipped it in a loose ponytail so it would hurt me.

"It was fine," I panted. I was lying, of course. I didn't go to the hospital. "The doctors said that I was going to have a headache for a while but nothing serious. They gave me some aspirin and Advil for the headaches and they recommended for me to rest."

"Huh. Those doctors don't even know where to put their shit," she hissed at the mention of it. "I'm just glad you're feeling better."

Donna and I were jogging for more than two miles, and my legs were becoming jelly. When I told my mother that I was getting tired, we decided to go back home and rest. We left our water bottles there. We wanted to take them with us but we knew it would be a burden carrying them around. We did have one of those belts you out around your waist where you can hook the water bottles. I should get one of those so I won't have to leave the bottle at home. Anyways, Donna jogged away from Starling City Park and jogged our way home. It was already getting dark and didn't want to get jumped by thugs like the night before. Also, I heard there was a serial killer hiding in Starling City Park at night, snatching young women to rape and kill them. Oliver and Diggle were still on the case, trying to figure out who this sicko is. So far, this guy has a fetish for young female joggers, and I don't want Donna or me being the next victims.

We returned home at 6: 20 and it was already dark. The lampposts were already lit, illuminating the streets and sidewalks with yellow light. The key to my apartment was hiding above the doorframe. Last time, I kept it under the rug until a neighbour told me she had her key under the rug when her apartment got broken in and they stole everything. So, I'm trying to keep my key hidden as well as possible. I unlock the door and we entered.

"I'm exhausted!" Donna exclaimed as he slumped on the sofa, "That was a long run. But I needed that."

"So did I." The bottle were still on the kitchen counter where I had left it with the ice melting inside. I took one in my hands and tossed it at Donna. She caught it and opened the cap. "I had fun though." I opened up the bottle and took a big gulp of cold water. It felt refreshing after almost two hours of running. I felt like I was in some marathon.

"Yeah, me too," she sigh, "Hey, I was thinking that maybe we could go to the movies tomorrow night. You know, I want to watch this awesome movie that came up directed by Guillermo del Toro, the Mexican director of Pan's Labyrinth. It might be really cool to go. You always liked scary movies."

"Oh, but Mom, I have work tomorrow at the company and I've already gave Slade enough excuses to have me fired for bailing work," I told her.

"Did you gave him a call?" she asked.

"Yeah, but he wants it all documented on paper on his desk by tomorrow or else he's going to have me suspended from my job. He doesn't take my excuses very lightly, Mom."

"Ah. But I only have a week left till I go back to Las Vegas," she says in disappointment.

"I know, Mom. I know. And I really want to spend time with you…I'll just see what I can do. But I can't make any promises, okay?"

"Okay," she said before taking a large gulp from her bottle and sighs.

I need to take a bath. I smell like sweat and I hate the smell of stinky sweat. I need a cold bath because it's hot today.

"I'm going to take a shower," I tell her.

"Okay, baby."

I go to the bathroom and shut the door. I already had my pajamas set folded on the toilet seat in square shapes where I would change after taking a shower. I on the showerhead, waiting for the bathtub to fill up a bit. It's only a shower. I don't want to swim in my own filth, just my feet. If anything happens that'll cause me to fall, I'll just hold on to the towel holder. I'm so tired after today. All I want to do is shower, lie down on the bed and sleep. I have not had a nightmare in a few days after waking up from the coma. I felt relieved.

I release my hair from the clipping, letting them fall over my shoulders and I look at myself in the hand mirror since the mirror from the cabinet is shattered no thanks to my new abilities. I really look different. Cisco, Sara and Caitlyn were right. All of this has changed me. I may physically look the same but there was something different in my eyes, I don't know what it is.

Suddenly I heard Donna scream on the top of my lungs.

"Mom!? Mom!" I yell as I opened the door of my bathroom, only to find a tall man wearing a beige jacket and a Deathstroke mask standing in the middle of the doorway. I gasp in shock.

"Hello, Felicity Smoak," he said in a deep raspy voice, "Mr. Wilson asks for your presence."

I wanted to use my abilities and send this guy flying through a wall with my screams so I can get to Donna but before I could do so, the man pressed a cloth to my nose and mouth and I passed at the smell of chloroform.

Okay, everyone, this is Chapter 10 of Black Smoak. For me, it was a bit long to write but it was worth it. You all saw what Rachel saw and what was happening there. That part was just damn creepy to write. Still I hope you liked it. I also thought that the part of Slade meeting his wife Adeline for the first time after his brother stabbed her grandfather was something that would be very interesting to write since no one knew what his childhood was like before he ended up in Lian Yu in the Arrow show, so, basically the whole childhood he had in this story is completely made up. So, don't try to look for Slade's childhood in Arrow on the Wikia because you ain't gonna find it because it does not exist. This is all in my imaginative theory.

Have you guys watched Animal Planet? Do you all know what happens when the Momma Bear tries to protect his cubs from predators? Well, you all gonna see what happens Slade tries to mess when he threatens Felicity with her aunt/mother. Hope ya like this chapter and leave of review of what you think of Chapter 10. Thank you so much.